THE GATHERING STORM

It is the storm season in Brisbane at the moment.  Yesterday was awful, the storms gathered out west of Warwick and cut a swathe through the region over the next few hours arriving at our suburb  just on dark.  Our Manx cat was found cowering under a small table and later moved behind  the lounge for cover.  The dog was brought inside as she too hates the lightening and thunder.  Moggy Lucy rode out the storm on the inside of the window, watching the light show with great interest. Thankfully no hail for us last night. 

We were awoken about 3.30 a.m. today with a storm and more lightening.  I chose to finish quilting this small basket quilt on my 1910 Singer with Lotus decoration today.  The colour somehow matches the moody air we have at this moment outside the house.  The storms have already risen to the West of us and we are promised by the storm chaser online that today will be a cracker and we are right in the firing line. 

An unusual visitor to the garden greeted us this morning. a White Headed Pigeon, normally a rain forest dweller he had perhaps been carried here by the storms.  After breakfasting on our bird seed that we put out for the doves and lorikeets, he headed off again on his journey.  The possum hide withstood the storm, riding high up in our huge gum.  No Kookaburras came for breakfast, an ominous sign of bad weather to come.

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  1. http://blog.timetocreate.com.au/November 29, 2015 at 8:27 PM

    Yesterday we too were hit by a series of storms Penne! The one at at 3:30 was terrible. Our house is not damaged and we are OK but our beautiful garden has major damage. It will take many weeks to clean it up and many years for the mature trees to be replaced. Still in a state of shock!

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